"What now?", he'd ask as he got used to the undead sensation. No more breathing, no more pain. It was almost too good to be true. Both for him as for the occultist standing at his side. He was still attached to the bed but seemed not to register that fact now.
"Now my work truly begins.", she'd reply as her eyes overlooked the beauty of her own Yin-sculpted work on the man. He would die eventually, her jutsu too far from perfection to even be considered completed but while it lasted she would have to make the most of it. Taking out a senbon from her sleeves, she'd grab his hand and prod it gently.
"Do you feel anything?
"No?"
Laïs nodded. She had expected the numbing effect. It was a matter of discovering how deep the numbing affected the person. Prodding deeper to a point he'd have to be showing an inkling of blood, she'd notice the lack of blood welling up for a starter.
"And now?"
"N-no, nothing."
The brief sting of a needle. He should have registered that in any normal circumstance. Amethyst eyes observing his facial expressions, she'd sink her senbon deeper now. Under his nail. Knowing its sensitivity fairly well the man should have shown a sign of pain, blood should be accumulating under his nail without flaw. But nothing happened. The abductor-turned-test-subject was just lying there watching the ceiling. No blood, no pain, not the slightest reaction. Fascinating. Drawing back her senbon, Laïs inspected the needle. Blood clot. Thick, granulated. Close to be completely dried up and useless for a living being.
"It pretty much looks like everything's going fine. Time for a little more..."
She'd throw a glance at the other two who were trying their best to see what was happening. To see what their faith would eventually come to be. Leaving their minds to guess what was happening, she would proceed with her tests before the Yin-chakra would dissipate and cease its effects. Stroking the man's hair and cupping his cheek almost in a loving way, her senbon would dig itself deep into his throat. His humane mind would make his eyes bulge in mental fear, then blink in confusion as he still registered no pain.
"An interesting ability, wouldn't you say? This little prick would have slain every mortal in a matter of moments, making them futilely gasp for air and try to stop the wound. But you...", she licked her lips. "You don't suffer any of this, don't you?"
"No. I... I don't get it."
"Don't worry about the details. I'll fill you in later once we're done playing."
Which would be about... now. Suddenly, his heart would start its beating pace once more. Slowly. Suffering so much as a reversed cardiac arrest, he'd buckle and bulge under the pain before his heart would race to achieve its normal heart beat again, he'd gasp for air but only end up choking. Blood would spurt out of the wound in his throat. A delayed, calculated but eventually inevitable death. Life would end up leaving him as his limited mortality could not sustain her undead embrace. As a last goodbye, her fingers close his eyes and her lips pressed softly on each of his cheeks in turn.
"Life slipped out of your mind and left your loved ones in the darkness."
Taking a seat on the operation table near the legs of the now actually dead man, the Jugo would eye her two remaining bound guinea pigs as her mind processed her recent discoveries. Something was lacking about her technique... But what?
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